*WORD FROM THE AUTHOR, Sorry, no rated R. [I don’t think many people would really care about it being rated R.] I’ve got nothing much to say about this story, except that this is the creation brought on by listening to Evanescence and listening to ‘24’ song by a woman named Jem. Listening to it repeatedly, for hrs. on end, only one part though since that was the song on a trailer for Ultraviolet and I couldn’t find it anywhere for free. I’m just replaying that one part over and over again off the trailer. [:-P] And also, to finalize my word from the author; I didn‘t get to even close read through this, hot off the press, my brother wanted the computer real bad.*
RAINING, NIGHT. Emma threw open the doors of the Lobby. Her eyes yellow. The doors fell off the hinges when she opened them. Soaking wet, she dropped her jacket off of her.
[She wore a black tank top and jeans]
Emma walked up to Angel with a purpose and grabbed him by his coat and slammed him against the wall, his feet off the ground by a great deal, as far as her arms would go, her grip firm.
Her voice spoke to him, aggressive, that electronic eco that comes out when she or Conner are really angry came out, “Find Conner!” a glass that had been sitting on the counter for someone’s planned drink started rotating, the windows started shaking.
“What happened?” demanded Spike.
Wesley was stuck on the objects around, anything made of glass shaking. The windows shaking, the glass on the counter, the coffee mugs started exploding. Wesley jumped back from the glass on the counter.
“What happened?” asked Angel, feeling threatened by her having a hold of his clothing.
Emma inhumanly let go of him and he fell against the wall his knees bent from the sudden-ness of the drop. She stared back at him, wired like. Wired by her anger.
“What happened?” asked Wesley in awe watching the spinning cup.
“I need to look harder,” she sobbed, “I didn’t look harder,” she started to scream some when she spoke. “Let voices and everything come in.”
Emma looked up at the ceiling hurt, her eyes wide, face wet. She took in a breath, blood started dripping from inside her ears. “Emma!” yelled Spike trying to get her attention.
“SHUT UP!!” screamed Emma, the glass in the windows finally busted, as the glass flew to the ground shattering the glass stopped mid way and shot back into place fixed completely.
The lights were flipping. To Emma, things had become suddenly very detailed like when she had stood on top of the hotel. She made a fist with her hands, her short nails, cutting into her palms. Pain seared through her, all her senses, too awake. Everything spinning.
Spike ran at her and grabbed her. He pushed her down on the ground, she started convulsing quickly.
The windows, the cups, they broke, they fixed themselves, they broke, the fixed themselves. The lights flickered, they were going to brake, but didn’t. Quickly, repeating the same thing over and over, and over again, braking glass, fixed glass. Till Emma stopped convulsing and passed out, the blood from her slowly went back to where it came from, her eyes closed slowly, blood shot, the pupils small.
Spike slowly grabbed her up and laid her on the red couch closest to him. “Something’s terribly wrong.”
“You think?” stated Angel plainly.
“I don’t understand all this, I thought the vessel thing was all over, no special abilities,” answered Spike.
“It is,” replied Wesley.
“Then why is things going, boom-” stated Spike.
“We just need to find Conner, if something is wrong-” said Angel.
Emma’s eyes opened wide quickly, her broken blood vessels in her eyes quickly healed and she sat up, she suddenly gasped for air, “I feel him again.”
“Calm down Emma,” Spike said automatically even though she wasn’t really, un calm.
Emma stood up. Conner walked into the room, his eyes were a bright blue now. He didn’t have his jacket anymore, he wore a black long-sleeved shirt and his jeans, soaked with water. She walked towards him, Then suddenly stopped, “What did it?”
Conner looked towards her, his head bent down somewhat. He didn’t say anything. “Something took your soul.”
“Conner doesn’t have a soul?” asked Wesley.
“No,” stated Conner, he walked towards Angel, Angel stepped away, Conner went down on his knees and sat back on the back of his feet. He put his arms out, “I don’t.”
Angel just looked at him, his back to the wall. Conner just looked up to him, his tongue moved across his fanged teeth. His eyes sent chills up Angel’s spine.
Suddenly Wesley, behind the bar now pulled up tranquilizer guns, two in each hand. As he pulled them up, Conner already knew what was going on. He pushed Wesley suddenly from behind and over the bar. Wesley rolled off the bar saw Conner on the other side, quickly stood up to shoot him.
Quickly Conner slammed one gun from Wes’ right hand with his right, dodged the fire of one. Hit Wesley in the chin and grabbed him by the arm and twisted his arm around his back and Wes dropped the gun. Conner hit him in the shoulder and grabbed him by the head.
Conner was going to snap his neck! Emma ran towards Wesley, punched Conner from around the hostage, quickly, grabbed Conner’s hands off him and leapt up onto Conner’s shoulders quickly and flipped off him. While holding onto his hands. They backed into each other’s backs letting go.
Wesley got away from him.
“He wanted to shoot me,” sneered Conner turning around to Emma.
“You don‘t kill people,” growled Emma.
Conner smiled at Emma. He went to punch her, turning this into a game. Emma blocked the blow and jumped up in twirling motion going to punch him but he blocked the blows. Grabbed both her wrists and held her against him, her back to his chest where she couldn’t get away, her arms crossed across her front.
Emma suddenly flipped him over him, going with him landing on top she stepped from him. Conner flipped up onto his feet. He landed in crouched position quickly back flipping and landing on his feet, he went to kick Emma.
She pushed his leg down inhumanly and flipped up and over him grabbing him from behind and spinning him around. She tossed him into the stairs. Conner laughed looking back at her.
Her eyes filled with tears. Conner slowly stopped laughing. Emma stopped the tears, “You aren’t going to kill, cause, even though you’re older, doesn’t mean that you have more fighting experience then me, and I’ll put you down,” stated Emma, “Think about it.”
Conner slowly stood up, “Think about, the fighting?”
“No,” stated Emma. Suddenly she put her hands on his shoulders, “Would you hurt me, no game, would you?”
He looked at her for a long moment, “No.”
“And what would Holtz think of this?” asked Emma.
Conner looked at her like he didn’t expect that to happen. “Leave out of this.”
“You don’t have a soul, but he said you should keep,” stated Emma.
He looked at her angrily and ran out into the rain.
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QUORTOTH. Conner was 11. He sat in a pile of hay, sharpening the blade on his axe. Holtz stepped over to him, sat down next to him against the wall, he closed his eyes sleepily, “Did you say your prayers Stephen?”
“Yes,” said Conner.
Holtz looked at him for a long moment. Conner sat his blade down next to him and looked through the tunnel of the dark cave, night outside, there was a cloth draped over the way out. Nothing could get in without them knowing.
Holtz was getting older, but not older enough to grow a great concern, “Son, tell me what you prayed for?”
Conner went quieter, said the first thing that came to mind, “Home.”
“Son, you didn’t say prayers tonight,” stated Holtz, “I can tell.”
Conner looked to Holtz, “I’m sorry father, I didn’t-”
“You’re young, coming to an age that this ungodly world makes so open,” said Holtz.
“How’s that?” asked Conner.
“Stephen, you’re a young man, the ungodliness will seem pleasurable, this world will show you something evil, and you will see something different. That’s the devil’s rule. But I taught you god, you should not be taken by such, evil visions of greatness,” answered Holtz.
“I see no greatness father,” sighed Conner.
“It temps you, I see, I don’t judge you of it Stephen,” replied Holtz, “Human way. But don’t keep yourself from your prayers. Don’t let hell, demons a like keep you from yourself. I did for a moment, and I lost my family to Angelus.”
“Yes,” breathed Conner.
“Always value your soul Stephen,” said Holtz.
“Father, I know the tales, why repeat them?” asked Conner.
“Because, you can’t live right without a soul, demons are without a soul. There’s things here that’ll take it, and you won’t wish that you had it when you did. But the evil my son will drag you farther into the eternity of the bowls of hell, never forget that,” answered Holtz, “This isn’t and won’t scratch the surface to god’s rule.”
“Yes Father,” said Conner putting his head down, kind of like in shame.
“There isn’t shame in your sinfulness, there only is if you don’t correct it, and do better to prevent it every time,” said Holtz, “A soul gives you that.”
“Won’t be evil like Angelus,” said Conner.
“But you can be evil, it can happen. Never let it happen, alright, I plea it son. Don’t let the bowls take you, keep your soul, because it matters, it’s yours, and it is a key to you.”
Conner turned to Holtz, “Tell me about Utah. Please, Father.”
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“WE HAVE TO FIND CONNER,” stated Angel pacing the lobby, the doors were fixed, fixed as Emma left. She did it.
“If Emma doesn’t want you finding Conner, and she does Angel,” replied Wesley, “She’ll stop you.”
“My son doesn’t have a soul Wes, this stuff isn’t right, I need to get out there, find him and put it back,” said Angel, “He’s my son.”
“But Emma thinks it’s her job, and you’re no match for him,” said Spike. “You think not having a soul will make him go easy on you. Quite the contrary mate, he’ll beat you down worse. Probably won’t even let you drink a bit of his blood to power you up so you’d be a better opponent, wouldn’t well mind killing you with his bare hands I’m figuring.”
“Nobody cares what you think,” growled Angel.
“But that’s it,” said Spike, “Wesley agrees, Emma would agree, I bet Conner himself would agree.”
“I’m the boss around here, something is messing with Conner, probably the something that was messing with me!” growled Angel, “And I’m not going to stand here while it turns my son black.”
“I don’t think his ethnicity bloody matters right now,” said Spike.
“No time to joke,” said Wesley, “Conner could be out there killing right now as we speak.”
“Conner boy looks smart,” said Spike, “Well, kind of scrawny-”
“What’s you damn point Spike?!” demanded Angel.
“Never mind the scrawny part, but, I don’t think he’d just attack some random person, got probably enough Angelus in him for it,” said Spike.
“So that gives us a reason to not worry?!” demanded Angel.
“Not saying that, but we may have massacred as soulless beings but we didn’t knock out the population, or pettily drink, that kind of thing. Kill for no reason,” said Spike.
“What if Conner would though,” suggested Wesley, “Emma just kind of asked if he’d hurt her, wouldn’t that affected how he felt at the time, be angry for asking him such a thing.”
“Just leave finding Conner to Emma, unless she calls for back up,” said Spike.
“She doesn’t know how to use a damn phone Spike!!” growled Angel.
“But she can run pretty bloody fast and long time,” said Spike, “Or yell, she can brake glass that way.”
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CONNER WALKED INTO A CLUB. People who did notice him stared at his eyes, then stared away. Conner walked around the place wet. He ran his tongue over his teeth looking around at everything.
He walked up to a large sized man. The man had his back turned to Conner. Conner had his head bent down shockingly, he looked like someone looking to cause trouble. He tapped on the guy’s back, the man turned around, “Yeah?”
“Do you have friends here?” questioned Conner.
“Yeah, why?” asked The guy.
“Would they protect you?” smiled Conner.
“They’ve got my back,” The man stood up to the scrawny teenaged looking guy, looked down at him, “What are you getting at?”
“I want a fight,” laughed Conner.
“You’re crazy,” said the guy, he turned from him. Conner tapped on his shoulder again, the guy turned to him, “What, I’m not going to fight you, so?”
Conner effortlessly punched him in the face then kneed him in the crotch and pushed him. “You won’t, but your friends will,” Conner said quickly.
He was right about that. Conner ducked out of the way quickly as two fist rain down for him. He punched one in the face grabbed the other one and threw him over the crowd. One went to grab Conner from behind, Conner ducked out of the way and kicked him in the crotch and elbowed him in the face.
The man got back up that originally got hit, he went to punch Conner in the face. Conner ducked out of the way grabbed his arm and ripped it off, clean with a quick jerk. People were noticing now that something was wrong. Conner brought the man to his mouth and drank fiercely of his blood then threw him down and jumped up as another came at him.
Kicked that one dead, grabbed one by the shirt and punched him in the head. Back kicked another in the crowd. Conner kicked one in the stomach and caught him and flowingly broke his neck. One came at him on his right and he punched him in the head.
One came around on the left he swung his arm out and flipped him. These were just random people now trying to stop what they thought was a loon. He grabbed another up and jabbed his fang like teeth into the guy’s throat, He drank as a man went at him.
Conner ducked out of the way looking up at the ceiling as he let go, blood on his face from the drink. He jumped up quickly and in spinning motion punched the man’s head back in a fatal position.
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SUN WAS GOING TO COME UP. That’s when Emma finally located Conner. He’d stopped going places after that club, and then she could tell where he was. Emma went up to the front doors, locked, she punched through the door and unlocked it. She walked in.
Death, people, dead, everywhere. Some had run away, but over 12 people where in there. Emma was surprised by what she saw. She knew where Conner was. In the bathroom. Emma ran to there.
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CONNER WAS WASHING THE BLOOD OFF HIS FACE. Washing it off his hands in a sink of the men’s room. He looked up at the mirror, saw his eyes, looked at his teeth.
Emma walked in. “What have you done?” asked Emma, she looked saddened.
He turned towards her, shirtless, “When you were pretending to be evil, your eyes were this way-”
“That’s not what asked,” stated Emma going towards him, “What have you done!”
“Vented,” replied Conner.
“Vented?” questioned Emma, “That’s not venting, venting is me tearing up Angel’s dining room, this vicious murder.”
“So, you don’t like it, fine,” said Conner going to walk past Emma.
Emma grabbed his arm, “I don’t want to see that.”
“Then close your eyes,” growled Conner, “Cause this is me.”
“No it’s not, I know you,” said Emma.
“I never get to be me,” said Conner looking down, “You, always around to scold me.”
“No I’m not,” retorted Emma, her eyes clear. She pointed towards the door, “That out there, that’s wrong.”
“Can’t handle it?” asked Conner.
He moved past her and out the door. Emma stood in front of him as he stood in the main part of the club, appeared to him suddenly, stopped him dead in his tracks.
“Actually,” stated Emma, “I’ve handle this all my life.” Conner just looked at her. She then kept speaking, “I want you to come back, come back to the hotel with me.”
“You said it yourself, would I hurt you?” asked Conner.
“You said you wouldn’t,” growled Emma. He looked to her, her face exposed her heart suddenly, “Stop killing, it hurts me.”
“I can’t just stop,” said Conner.
“Just because your soulless doesn’t give you the right to commit random incursions,” stated Emma, not believing she was having this conversation.
“What’s that mean?” growled Conner.
“THIS!” said Emma putting her arms out, she put her arms down, “I know what it’s like to feel evil.”
“No you don’t,” growled Conner.
“Yes I do,” said Emma, “You want to kill, cause knowing you’re stronger then the body in your hands feels good. Being soulless makes you urge for it, more, you feel like your on top of the world. Smell the fear from a victim makes you excited about the next one.”
Conner just looked at her, no answer. He knew she was right, that’s one thing that made what he was doing beautiful to him, “I love you. Hearing you talk that way, makes me love you more.” He smiled at her, mischievously.
Emma didn’t smile back, “You remember what it’s like to have a soul?”
“Refining,” stated Conner.
“I want you to have your soul back, you don’t feel like my Conner,” said Emma.
“What if that Conner isn’t coming back?” asked Conner.
Emma looked down thinking, she didn’t know, there would surely be consequences to Conner’s actions. Tears started going down her face, “I don’t know.”
“If I keep doing things, Angel will come after me?” asked Conner.
She looked up to him, “I don’t know. I want to protect you if he were to but-”
“I’m hurting,” said Conner.
“Stop this,” said Emma, “Don’t kill,” she grabbed his hand, “Come back with me, Please.”
“What if I can’t get my soul back?” asked Conner.
“Stop thinking like that,” said Emma, “We will get it back, alright, we will, we’ll search into everything we can.”
“I can’t be near you,” said Conner.
“What?” asked Emma her eyes going wide.
“If I can’t kill,” his voice went low, “I know what’ll happen.”
“Stop thinking about killing,” demanded Emma.
“I think about a lot Emma, some things, sweeter then others. Like, what are the descendants, why‘d they want my soul?” said Conner going closer to her, “That fear. What’ll happen to me, who will die. Will I have to not have a soul. I think, I feel. I want you, I think about seeing you naked.”
Emma went to slap him but he caught her wrist, he suddenly kissed her passionately and Emma pulled away. Conner looked at her, “See, I don’t want to hurt you.”
He stepped away from her letting go of her hand, then he started running.
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“THERE WAS 3 PLACES HIT LAST NIGHT,” Spike said checking crimes on the internet, “Everyone brutally murdered.”
“Conner,” sighed Angel, “I need to get out there.”
“And good ole Conner boy make you into dust pie?” asked Spike.
“He’s my son-” started Angel.
“Yeah,” answered Spike, “He hasn’t been afraid to kill you, always one of us stopping him.”
“Spike’s right,” said Wesley stacking books on the counter, “We can’t just jump into this.”
“Conner’s killing, Conner is soulless, Conner is something this town has never felt,” said Angel.
“Well they have now,” sighed Spike.
“I have to go out there,” said Angel, “Tranquilizers could do it.”
“He automatically won’t trust you Angel,” replied Wesley.
“What else should we do?” asked Angel, “Just let him do as he wants?”
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CONNER LEAPT INTO EMMA’S ROOM. [His too.] Conner had opened the window and came in. He walked out towards the hall. Slowly, hearing the others. Talking, Emma not there. Conner walked along the wall and snuck down to Angel’s room.
He went in quickly and grabbed a box out from under Angel’s bed and pulled out a pair of shackles. He then snuck quickly back to Emma’s room. Emma still wasn’t there. Conner closed the door and locked the door, then grabbed a chair and put it under the door knob.
It wouldn’t stop anyone in this place from coming in, but it would tell them someone is in there that doesn’t want to be disturbed. He went into the bathroom and closed the door, locked it then went into the shower pulling the door open.
Conner started to punch in the wall under the shower head, till he could have easy access to the pipes. He then put the shackles around the pipes. Slowly with his healing abilities the tiles fixed themselves, braking where a hole was left where the chains fit through.
The shackle chains were long. He sat down in the bath tub part and put the shackles on and looked straight forward. Calmly took a breath, and let it leave his lips slowly.
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“IF THIS VESSEL THING HAS STOPPED?” questioned Spike, “Why was she braking glass. Making things spin?”
“Well, I figure Spike, it’s like in the movie Phenomenon what happened to John Travolta’s character,” replied Wesley.
“What happened?” asked Spike, “I’m not a big John Travolta fan to know.”
“Well he saw a light and became of higher intelligence, so since he was using more of his brain he could get angry and stuff like that and objects would move,” answered Wesley.
“So you’re saying that Emma uses more of her brain than a normal person, so when she gets terribly pissed she touches some part of her mind that makes things do stuff?” asked Spike.
“That or it’s mystical and we’ll need to research it,” sighed Wesley.
“I prefer of all things the first part,” said Spike.
“Angel?” asked Wesley looking at Angel through his office door, “You think you could come out here.”
“Why, there’s nothing you need me for, and I’d like some a lone time, cause right now I should be finding my son-” began Angel.
“Well that job is taken over by Emma,” stated Spike.
“And I’m kind of pissed,” stated Angel.
“Calm down,” said Emma walking into the Lobby.
Angel stood up and walked out into the Lobby, “Did you find him.”
“Yeah,” she said, “I found him.”
“Well where is he?” asked Angel.
“He’s around,” said Emma, “I don’t know where he is. I don’t think he’ll kill though,” her voice was proof that she was unsure of herself.
“You don’t know that,” said Angel, “Tell me where you found him last.”
“In a club, lots of bodies,” said Emma, “But don’t worry.”
“You’re taking things too lightly Emma,” said Angel.
“Don’t you think I bleedin’ know when something is taken too lightly, huh?” demanded Emma Angel and her getting in each other’s faces, “He’s not killing, I don’t feel he will.”
“And all we have to rely on that idea is you,” said Angel, “I don’t like it, I’m going to get my coat and get out there and find my son, before you people screw things up.” Wesley looked towards Angel, “Not you Wes, them.”
“Back off Angel,” sneered Spike.
“Do any of you understand, this is like putting a band- Aid on a decapitation wound,” said Angel, “Won’t fix it.”
Emma heard the movement of chains. She looked to the stairs, “Conner’s here.”
“Where?” asked Angel.
“Up stairs,” said Emma, “My room.”
Angel went towards the stairs. Emma inhumanly grabbed his arm, “What?” demanded Angel.
“What if he’s not here to see you?” asked Emma.
“Too bad,” answered Angel.
She stood up in front of him, “What are you going to do, put the cage back up, don’t worry about restraints, I hear him, he’s chained himself up in my bathroom.”
Angel looked down at her, aggressively, “So what, is there somewhere for us to go with this, he’s chained himself up?”
“Yes, probably means he doesn’t want to kill,” said Emma.
“The chains won’t hold him Emma,” answered Angel.
“I know that,” she assured him, “I’m not stupid, cage wouldn’t hold him either,” she passed him and went up the stairs. She turned back, “oh, and The Descendants are who took his soul, try looking them up or something.”
Angel watched her walked to the top.
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EMMA WALKED TO THE TOP OF THE STAIRS AND TO THE OUTSIDE OF HER AND CONNER’S ROOM. She went to the door, door closed, she went to open it. Locked, she moved the handle, “Conner.”
Conner sat up in the bath tub, he heard her, “Go away.”
“No.”
“Just go away!” he called.
Emma leaned her head against the door, her hand on it. She pulled away from the door then kicked it. The door flew open and the chair that had been under the door knob busted with the knob. She stepped in and the chair fixed itself and she closed the door.
“I heard you,” growled Conner.
She walked up to the door tried to open it, “You’re getting might bit lock crazy,” said Emma.
“Don’t you listen,” questioned Conner.
“You know I’m stubborn,” said Emma, she broke the knob off and the lock in the knob was ineffective.
She walked into the bathroom, “You don’t have to do this.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, This keeps me from hurting you,” said Conner.
“No it doesn’t, you could brake those easily,” answered Emma.
“Alright,” said Conner, “They’re more of a reminder.”
“Did you brake the wall?” asked Emma looking at where the chains lead up to.
“Go away,” demanded Conner, “I’ve already explained everything to you.”
“I’m not up tight,” said Emma.
“That has nothing to do with this,” growled Conner, “You and I are different now, I have no soul-”
“You know my part, it’s my dad’s fault though, and slayer thing,” said Emma.
“Go away,” said Conner.
Emma shook her head no, “You don’t have to chain yourself up to the wall to keep yourself from hurting someone.”
“How about I choose what I do, I feel quite fine this way, now, stop, and go,” said Conner.
Stepped into the bathtub and knelt down in front of him, “This doesn’t change your feelings.”
“I felt a lot better before you broke in,” sighed Conner looking down.
“ I’m not up tight, I’m not evil, you know that,” her voice was sweet to his ears, she was going for that.
“You’re here, that’s now what I want, just leave me a lone and fix this,” said Emma.
Emma slowly leaned in towards Conner in the heat of the moment to kiss him, but she didn’t kiss him, she just grabbed the top of the chains and with her grip looking Conner in the eyes she broke the chains. Conner dropped his hands loosely to his sides looking at Emma.
He felt her breath on his face, he was intoxicated by her being there. Emma sat back and stood up and got out of the tub. Conner stood up and slowly followed wondering why she had undone him. Many questions in fact floated his mind.
Conner stepped out of the bathroom into Emma’s room. Emma shoved Conner against the wall nearest him and started kissing him, running her hands from his shoulders slowly to his neck and into his hair. He let her kiss him as she wanted.
His hands were around her at back and Emma grabbed his arms by the elbows, and ran her hands down to his. Then slammed his wrists against the wall. The wall busted the shackles Conner unharmed. Emma looked into his eyes as she pulled away.
The broken shackles fell to the floor. Conner then did the leaning in part of the kissing. He ran his hand against her cheek then into her hair and walked her up to the bed, then pushed her down onto it. He crawled onto the top of the bed, on top of her. Ran his right hand up her left hip, eased it to her back. The other hand held him steady over her as he leaned in for more kissing.
Emma smiled at him as he lifted his head up, she bit her tongue her eyes going yellow for a moment. With her left hand she put her hand in his hair and pulled him down to her and kissed him. Emma wiped her tongue on his lips as he pulled away, and he licked his lips clean of blood and started kissing her in French format to taste her.
He pulled away and sat over her pulling her up to where he could pull her shirt off. He did so slowly. She leaned up to him and smelled his neck, licked it. Conner laughed a little under his breath.
“I’m not up tight,” she whispered into his ear going back to his neck and she bit him in return for enjoying her tongue. She drank for moments Conner liked it.
Conner’s laugh started to get a little louder. He quickly stopped as she pulled away the wound healing on his throat. Her eyes going their normal blue again shying away from the yellow. He went down to her neck above her breast, hardly room between the surfaces, and as she unbuckled his pants he bit into her.
He fondled her pants as well. She gasped from him drinking deep of her blood as she‘d done, which was an erotic experience being them.
Pulled his head away from her chest after a moment and he went back to her mouth kissing her warm lips, her wound healing. Conner with his right hand put it on her warm thy as he kissed her. She had her right hand on his chest and her left on his neck as she kissed him and he “took over”. Heavy breathing and all.
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“I’M NOT SURE THE DESCENDANTS QUITE EXIST,” answered Wesley sitting behind the computer.
“What do you mean?” asked Spike, “You do know they took the boy’s soul, so-”
“They’re essentially real,” corrected Wesley, “But, I can’t find them.”
Spike was setting up a couple of dry erase boards, one with a bulletin board on the side, “A modern group?”
“Taking someone’s soul takes powerful magic, unless you’re a vampire or something,” said Wesley.
“So maybe they learned the old stuff,” suggested Spike.
“Yeah,” sighed Wesley. “Modern group,” he stood up, “To think, I’m getting old.”
“Preaching to the choir,” answered Spike putting the dry erase markers in the little place to hold them on the boards.
Wesley walked over to Spike, stood behind him, picked up a black marker and wrote down, ‘The Descendants’ on the board. “Now lets go find some information.”
“I’ll head out to my men, you hit yours,” said Spike.
“Angel will do his own searching I suppose,” said Wesley.
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ANGEL ENDED UP WATCHING THE SUN GO DOWN. From across the room. When the sun went down Angel flipped on his bedroom lamp and closed his drapes. Angel turned around and was startled by Conner’s presence.
Conner stood before Angel, wearing a dark red shirt going down to mid way of his forearm and blue jeans. His eyes gave that feeling again to Angel. “You alright Conner?”
“I’m fine,” said Conner, his voice a creepy sort of calm.
“Really?” asked Angel.
“Really,” clarified Conner.
Angel just looked at him, “I didn’t want this to ever happen to you son.”
“I know that,” said Conner, “I know what you feel like now,” he stepped towards Angel, “It seems my life has to have the same drama as yours.”
“I’m sorry, we’re trying to find out how to fix this,” said Angel.
“You, we’re, Spike, Wesley, are doing the work, well Emma too,” smiled Conner, “You aren’t doing anything.”
“This is hard for me Conner,” said Angel.
“Hard for you, you, I can see that I guess, I’m the way never wanted me,” Conner watched Angel’s movements as he sat down, “You’re afraid of me.”
“Not much,” said Angel.
Conner smiled wider, “Some of that was a lie.”
“I’m terrified then, I don’t want you to ruin your own life,” answered Angel, “Killing, isn’t you.”
“Killing’s a lot more fun than it looks,” stated Conner.
“This isn’t you, we’ll get your soul back,” said Angel.
“Okay,” said Conner. Conner made a sudden movement and had Angel back on his feet. Conner started laughing, Conner took a breath, smelling the air.
He looked to the window confused, then determined, he went to the window. Angel stepped back from him. Conner opened the drapes and pulled open the window, “Relax,” said Conner addressing Angel.
“You sense something, I can see it, you sensing-”
Conner suddenly leapt out the window. Angel went to the window and looked for Conner, but he was gone. Nowhere in sight.
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THE SMELL, it wasn’t just a smell it was some kind of feeling he got. Conner walked into a demon bar. Demons all over, blood in the air, beer as well. He was noticed. But the demons just ignored him and Conner followed the gut feeling, followed his senses.
A man, his skin silver sat at a table, his hands together as if bored. He looked up to Conner, Conner sat down in front of him. “What are you?” asked Conner.
“A friend of a friend,” said the man.
“What do you want?” asked Conner, “Why am I drawn to you?”
“I don’t think it’s my dashing good looks,” suggested the man. Conner looked at him in a way that meant, ‘Why am I letting you live?’ “Fine,” said the man, “Here,” he pulled a map out of his pocket and handed it to Conner.
“What’s this for?” asked Conner opening it up.
“Map, of course in a couple of moments you’ll be drawn to the place but, always good to have a map,” Conner looked at the map quickly then sat it down.
Conner looked up at him, leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, “Thanks I guess.”
The demon man looked behind Conner, nothing there but a pool table, demons enjoying the pool table. “Well, aren’t you going to go to the place?”
Suddenly Conner sat his chair up pulling from the table a pool stick and slamming it down onto the head of the demon man. He stood up, pulled the pool stick back as the demon looked back at him, his eyes going white. Conner then swiped him inhumanly in the face with the pool stick, the stick braking and the demon man’s blood going onto the floor.
All the demons in the place were quiet, Conner stood there, he smiled looking down.
“What are you smiling at?” asked the demon.
“The likes of you,” laughed Conner.
Way to anger demons. One swiped at Conner, he punched it in the throat then grabbed it by the shirt with both hands throwing the demon into the ceiling, the demon hit a light and glass rained down on the floor, on other demons.
A chair went at Conner’s head, Conner blocked the chair inhumanly. Took it from the demon and started punching the green thing in the race repeatedly, demon came from behind and he elbowed the demon pulling his hand back from a punch.
He kneed the one he elbowed. Threw the demon down. One in front went at him, Conner kicked him in the chest leapt at him, over him backed kicked him in the spine, elbowed him in the back of the head, grabbed him by the neck and twisted his head off from behind. Dropped all of the demon.
Two on both sides, Conner slammed their heads together then walked forward and kicked one down. Spun around and punched one, blocked a chair blow inhumanly. Grabbed the chair and slammed both his legs into the demon, landed and he had the full control of the chair. He spun around hit one in the head with the chair.
He went to hit one in front of him, the demon went to run at him, ducked the chair and went to pick Conner off his feet. Conner flipped out of the way. Landed on the pool table dropping the chair. He flipped back onto the floor landed on one.
One on the left, Conner punched him out of nowhere with his right. Another went to punch him, quick, Conner blocked the right blow with one hand, right, left blow, that same hand. He used his left hand grabbed the demon’s fist. Quickly hit the demon in the head with hit free hand, grabbed the demon by the hair kneed him in the face threw him back. Conner was untouched doing these things rather fast. He spun around and kicked another in the head.
Two of them came at him from behind. Conner backed kicked one elbowed the other turned around and grabbed them both in a head lock, then snapped their throats with a quick movement of his arms, throwing them down. Conner was going to prevail in this battle.
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STILL NIGHT. Emma lay in bed still, sleeping. Slowly she opened her eyes, the blanket draped over her. She sat up. Conner wasn’t there anymore. She figured that out quickly.
Emma say a piece of paper from Conner on the nightstand. Letter. She read it to herself.
-I’m going out. I won’t be soon. I’m not going to kill. Going to see something. I will miss you.
Love, Conner.
She folded the piece of paper and put it on the table.
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WESLEY WAS WRITING STUFF ON THE BOARD. He wrote down, The Descendants then leading off from it was, mind control, soul removal, and Sacrifices. Spike came in, “I’ve got some more information,” he said walking over to them.
Coat on, that meant Spike had gone somewhere. “What did you get?” asked Angel.
Wesley wrote on the dry erase board ‘Modern.’
“Conner boy is out in the world again,” said Spike, “And there’s more murders.”
“We know the murder part,” answered Wesley writing down on the second dry erase board, he started writing down places and numbers, then said, “12 people on the subway, 3 Children found in an alley, 7 children and counting their parents in a toy store. 13 Nuns,” replied Wesley.
“What?” questioned Spike, “That doesn’t sound like the kind of killing Conner would do.”
“Wesley, what gives you the idea that Conner killed at all those places?” asked Angel.
“Well, he’s not here at the time that the murders occurred and these bodies all suddenly start coming out of the wood work. And they were brutally killed,” said Wesley.
“So just because Conner is wonky, everything else wonky that happens he did?” asked Spike.
“Well, there’s no real reasons for him to be killing in these places,” stated Wesley.
Angel looked at the board, at the place list, “I hate to say it but, the children, Conner may want to try new things, eating children. Toy store, I don’t know.”
“I don’t think Conner did that, I recognize this,” said Spike, “Something like that, this all vaguely familiar.”
“Well still, is Conner here?” asked Angel.
“No,” replied Wesley.
“What, did you see him go?” asked Angel.
Wesley looked at Angel like he was nuts, “You expect me to try and go stop him?”
“Emma?” asked Angel.
“No, I saw her leave,” replied Spike.
“Why can’t we keep anyone around here?” demanded Angel going towards the door out of the Lobby.
“I’ll go too,” said Spike, he followed Angel.
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EMMA WAS SPENDING HER TIME AT A CLUB. Emma was there singing. Standing on stage.
[I like thinking about Emma being able to sing, and then I really love Evanescence. So Emma’s singing, ‘I Must Be Dreaming’ from Evanescence.] She wore a white T-shirt and black pants with a black belt. Boots of course.
How can I pretend that I don't see
What you hide so carelessly?
I saw her bleed
You heard me breathe
And I froze inside myself
And turned away
I must be dreaming
We all live
We all die
That does not begin to justify you
It's not what it seems
Not what you think
No I must be dreaming
It's only in my mind
Not in real life
No I must be dreaming
Help you know I've got to tell someone
Tell them what I know you've done
I fear you but spoken fears can come true
Angel and Spike walked into the club, they had found her.
We all live
We all die
That does not begin to justify you
It's not what it seems
Not what you think
No I must be dreaming
It's only in my mind
Not in real life
No I must be dreaming
Not what it seems
Not what you think
I must be dreaming
Just in my mind
Not in real life
I must be dreaming
Emma walked off the stage. She saw Angel and Spike, “Hey, what are you guys doing here?” she asked.
“Looking for you,” answered Angel.
“Why do you always have to show up when I’m singing, makes me nervous kind of,” said Emma.
“You’re singing in front of a big group of people and we make you feel nervous?” asked Spike.
“They don’t know me,” retorted Emma.
“You keep singing around and people will,” said Spike, “I’m proud of you-”
“We get the point,” said Angel, “Now Emma, where’s Conner?”
“Why should I tell you?” asked Emma.
“He’s killing again,” said Angel, “Or at least we have proof to believe that.”
“He’s not,” said Emma, she looked at Angel’s face, his reply to what she said, then she spoke, “No, I’m not denial, he said he wasn’t. Just going out to see something.”
“How’d he get out of the shackles?” asked Spike.
“I took them off him,” said Emma.
“You should of kept them on him,” said Angel, “Now we got to worry about where he is.”
Angel turned from her and went to walk off, “No,” said Emma, “Actually, I think Conner’s been keeping his killing urges to the demon world.”
“What gives you that idea?” asked Angel.
“I’ve got my ear to the ground too,” said Emma.
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ANGEL WENT TO THE BAR. Spike was no longer with him, but there was in fact, dead demon everywhere. Angel looked around the room for something, he looked to the table where Conner had been sitting, he saw a map there and went over to it. He picked up the map, saw the stop.
He decided he needed to go find that place. Grabbed the map and took off with it.
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IT RAINED AGAIN. Conner found himself walking through the woods, soaking wet. There was a pulling feeling in him. He was being drawn to a place like he’d been drawn to that demon bar to get the map. His eyes shined in the darkness as he walked.
“I know you’re following me,” growled Conner walking in the rain.
“Son,” said Angel, “What are you doing?”
“Going,” answered Conner minding his own business.
“Stop this,” said Angel.
Conner stopped his moving, turned to Angel quickly, “What?”
“Killing,” stated Angel.
“Killing?” laughed Conner, “I’m not killing, unless a little demon brawl is starting to offend you.”
“Really?” asked Angel, “I don’t smell lies Conner, how should I know when you’re telling me the truth. No soul, it’s getting harder to tell.”
Conner stepped towards him, “I’m going towards something.”
“What’s that map for?” asked Angel.
“I know as much as you do,” growled Conner.
“Let me help you,” said Angel.
“No.”
“Conner,” said Angel as he watched Conner turn from him and go back to what he was doing. Angel went to him and grabbed his arm.
Conner took his hand from Angel, “Dad,” he growled, “Leave me a lone, I’m trying to follow something here, and I know I’m the one that can do it, so just wait at the Hotel.”
“If something is going on-”
“It’s meant for me, not you, I’m being drawn to it. I’m going to figure it out,” said Conner.
Conner walked from Angel. Angel stood there in the rain watching him. His son had a plan, a mission. Find out why and what was drawing him to that spot that he was looking for.
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SPIKE WENT WITH EMMA BACK TO THE HOTEL. Emma walked with Spike down the street on the side walk. Her hands in her pockets, his hands down at his sides. Emma sighed a long sigh.
She said plainly, “I tell you I didn’t expect my life to be this way.”
Spike looked at Emma, “I understand that, life, bloody crawling up the walls.”
“You think things will fix themselves?” asked Emma.
“I suppose, we’ll figure something out,” answered Spike. Spike looked forward, “What did you think your life would be like, when you left Quortoth?”
Emma didn’t reply for a moment, then she continued, “I didn’t really about it, I more thought about, after I kill the slayer I’ll be able to rest. Didn‘t really think past that.”
“From what Angel tells me Conner had that theory, Rest,” sighed Spike, “You do of course know that I haven’t really come to like Conner?”
“Yes,” smiled Emma, “Makes me like him more.”
“You’ve got a bit of normal teenager in you,” said Spike.
“Cool,” said Emma, “If that was a compliment?”
“I don’t know what it would be,” said Spike.
They kept walking. Emma then said, “I don’t want Conner to be evil.”
“No one does,” said Spike.
Emma stepped in front of him, “If, if we can’t fix this-”
“We will,” assured Spike.
Her eyes were growing teary, “If we can’t, is he going to be killed?”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” said Spike.
“Is Angel going to try?” said Emma, “I don’t want him to die,” tears were going down her cheeks.
“No, he won’t kill Conner, he can’t, and Conner will get fixed,” consoled Spike putting his hand on her left cheek. Spike put his arms around her, “Everything will turn out fine.”
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CONNER STOOD IN A ROCKY TUNNEL. The tunnel lead to a chamber, then that one into another that didn’t lead anywhere, “I’m here.”
Nothing replied to him, it wasn’t very dark in the cave. But it was a cave, how light would a cave be? He looked around.
The door from which he came in at was gone. Conner sucked in a gulp of breath and grabbed his stomach falling on his knees. Conner started coughing, his insides hurt. Like they were trying to jump out of his body.
Conner leaned over put his hands on the ground gripping at the sand, blood started flowing from Conner’s mouth. There was more.
A voice spoke, a plain voice. Sounded like the voice of a woman who thought she was the top person, “You’ve found us.” Conner in pain looked up at the ceiling blood coming out thickly from his mouth as he gagged. “No, not the Descendants. You want your soul back Conner.” Conner yelled in pain as his insides cramped up as he gagged. “We’ll give it back, if you pass the trials.”
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SPIKE LOOKED AT THE DRY ERASE BOARD. He definitely has seen what’s going on before. “What is this?” asked Spike. He closed his eyes. Spike folded his arms across his chest.
“Really think this has happened before?” questioned Wesley.
“Yes,” answered Spike, not much to say, he was thinking.
“I’m looking up information on that young man used in the sacrifice when Angel was being controlled,” said Wesley.
“Toy store, uh, park,” he opened his eyes, “97, 96, 95, 94, 93,“ he let out a breath, “90, 1989.”
“1989, did something happen?” asked Wesley.
The realization had come to Spike, he went towards the lobby door and left.
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CONNER HAD NO BLOOD LEFT ON HIM ANYMORE. Conner didn’t know what was going to happen. Didn’t know what was going on. “Give me my soul.”
“Not that way my young friend,” said the voice.
“You already had be cough up my blood, a snake, then another, I don’t quite understand,” said Conner.
“They’re trials,” replied the voice.
Suddenly fist came across Conner’s face. Conner was thrown into a wall. The cave jarred. The demon was as ugly as the last time he saw it, but of course he could remember it. [Demons from ‘A feeling up your Spine.’] It went at him, one leapt out of the wall at him.
Conner spun away from it, fell on the sandy ground. He stood up. One of them went up behind him, Conner heard the demon and spun around as the demon’s sharp arm flew towards him. Conner blocked it gashing his arm.
He winced. A demon came out of the ground and grabbed his feet. Conner kicked it off. One shot at him again, Conner dodged out of the way. He hair was grabbed and he was thrown at the ceiling. He landed on the ground.
Rolled onto his feet jumped up to kick one, the demon caught him by the leg flung him into the ceiling. Conner was flung to the floor and he caught himself. Two of the demons bent down over Conner to bite him. Their tongues hanging out of their mouths. Conner rolled onto his back.
Conner slammed his fist into the demon’s heads, the stuff inside the head stung his skin. The demon at his feet stabbed him in the leg with his long fingers. One headless one pulled itself out of the sand and moved towards Conner.
It bit Conner in the shoulder. Conner held in pain. More and more of the demons coming towards him biting him. The wounds of where Conner was bitten startled to sizzle, and painfully leave his body. Conner yelled with Pain, as one slammed it’s fist into his stomach. His skin stinging.
Demons bent over him, feasting.
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CONNER SAT AGAINST THE SANDY CAVE WALL. He was sweaty but other than that, fine. Kind of tired but fine. He stood up. “You won’t kill me,” growled Conner, he stood up, “You won’t.”
A demon came out of nowhere at Conner. Conner jumped up and flipped over the demon, landed on his feet and kicked the demon in the back. The beast turned around quickly. Conner felt something crush under his foot, ice.
The demon left ice where ever his foot went down. The demon went to punch Conner, Conner dodged out of the way. The demon went to punch him again, Conner blocked the blow with his arm and his arm started to freeze. Conner smashed the ice on his arm and ducked out of the way of the demon quickly.
The thing tried to kick him off his feet. Conner jumped up and landed on his back then rolled onto his feet trying not to be touched. The ice didn’t want to come off of Conner’s hand. Conner backed up from the demon till he backed up into the wall behind him.
The demon then punched him in the chest and quickly put his hand out over Conner’s heart. Conner grew suddenly cold. A thick layer of ice started to cover over Conner. Conner couldn’t move. He started breathing hard trying to.
The ice was so cold that it hurt, like being frost bitten.
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CONNER WAS CAUGHT IN A STATUE OF ICE. Slowly he began to slow down. Everything. The demon pulled his sword from his sheath, jagged blade. He went towards Conner, Conner wide eyed. The demon went to slice Conner’s head off. Would that be able to kill him, his body was different when it slowed down, it could, or…
The blade went towards Conner’s head. Conner saw it, he felt so slow, saw it coming to him. He closed his eyes. Let out a breath in the ice, his groan like that of a demon, then he put his hands quickly in fists and moved the slightest bit and the ice broke quickly to where Conner fell back from the blade.
His neck was safe. The demon snarling went to the hit him in the head with the sword. Conner rolled out of the way and on to his feet. Conner regaining a realization of the situation better he kicked the demon in the stomach.
The demon flew back and dropped the sword. Conner grabbed the sword up and went at the demon. Then spun around slicing the demon’s head off. He dropped the sword as the demon’s head fell to the floor. “Are you going to try and kill me?” asked Conner, “I keep living.”
“We are looking for a proof from you,” said the voice.
“A proof?” asked Conner, “What am I proving?”
Demons stepped out of the wall, that’s where all the demons that got in there came out of. Conner looked around her was surrounded, “What am I proving?!”
No reply. Conner was thrown a spear. Conner looked around, suddenly his vision was fogging up. He couldn’t see anymore, everything went black.
Conner blinked repeatedly, he couldn’t clear his vision. A demon went towards him from behind. Conner swung the stick around as a warning. The went to stab him with his own spear. Conner suddenly blocked the blow.
Another spear came down behind him and he blocked it. Conner spun his spear around and hit the two demons down. He started to become more confident, smiling, he could hear the demons quite well. There was other demons of course.
He blocked the blow of another then hit him in the stomach with his spear, he got hit in the back, then back kicked the hitting going forward like he was bending down. The demon in front of him stabbed the one behind him. Conner then jammed the stick up and the first demon got it in the chest. Conner ran at the wall, the spear pulling out of him. He used his hand to stop himself before hitting the wall.
Winced as his wound healed. Heard the demon’s coming faster.
There was still a door into the room. Emma was in the first chamber that lead to that one. She saw Conner fighting on the other side. Blindly, she went towards it and ran into a force field. She was tossed into the sand. “HEY!!” she growled, her eyes had been yellow when she entered.
Emma stood up, “I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!”
“We do,” said that voice from before.
“Yeah, didn’t think that’d I’d come along-” answered Emma.
“In fact we did,” said the voice, “So we took precautions, as you see.”
“You can’t stop me,” growled Emma.
“We work for The Powers that be,” said the voice, “We do as we please.”
Emma suddenly had shackles lock around her wrist. The shackles where only 10ft long and pulled her arms up over her head, “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!” roared Emma, “YOU CAN’T KILL HIM!!”
“We do as we please,” said the voice.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!!?” demanded Emma.
“His judgment,” replied the voice.
“You have no right,” said Emma, she looked to the ceiling pulling on the chains, she saw the two demons guarding the way in now. She saw Conner, fighting. Things went bad.
Conner was hit in the head, then stabbed his hearing gone from him now. Conner was stabbed again then kicked off his feet.
“DON’T KILL HIM!!” yelled Emma, tears were filling her eyes, “WHY DO YOU DO THIS?!!” she pulled at the chains with all the possible strength she could, she even tried braking them, “WHY TEST HIM?!”
“To see that he’ll serve us,” said the voice.
“He needs his soul back!” said Emma.
“You two were both made for certain reasons, we must know that he’ll serve his purpose,” said the voice.
“YOU PUT HIM HERE!” yelled Emma, tears going down his eyes watching Conner getting beaten on, blood on the sand in there, “YOU SHOULD KNOWN IF HE’S WORTHY, KNOWN A LONG TIME AGO, BEFORE ME!!”
“He was created to assist Jasmine, we may not need him,” said the voice.
“He was created to be a vessel too-” said Emma.
“No, you were created to be a vessel, he was just susceptible to you,” said the voice, “He was never supposed to become part of the paranormal again. You changed that.”
“Fine, then let it stay that way!” growled Emma.
“We can’t risk his choices,” said the voice.
“YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM FROM ME!!” said Emma.
“We can.”
“NO,” roared Emma, “He’s not your pawn anymore, you said it, and he won’t be, give him a soul, YOU HAVE IT IN YOUR DAMNED POWER, FIX HIM!!”
“If he passes the trials,” said the voice.
“LOOK AT HIM!!” screamed Emma tears affecting her harshness, a show of sad harshness her voice became.
Conner was getting beaten badly, thrown into stuff, he was bloodied up. Blind, deaf. His wounds were deep and many. He was no longer healing properly. Conner had lost his weapon sometime ago, when he could he felt around for it, but then he just get hit again.
“He’s going to way he will be taken,” said the voice.
Emma gripped her hands around the chains and pulled her self up and slammed her legs to the ceiling. Quick enough to where she grabbed the chains at where they were hooked to the ceiling. She with all her might hanging down from the ceiling pulled the chains from the rock.
She fell on the back to the ground, the demons went towards him. Emma flipped up onto her feet and started to swing around the chain in her left hand. Quickly she lassoed one of the demons around neck, pulled him towards her.
The demon was strong. Emma wrapped the chain around his throat, several quick times. Then put her right foot against his back, left one against the back of the demon’s head and grabbed a strong hold of the chains around his neck and with most the strength she had she pulled the chain through the demon’s throat.
Emma killed him and fell back, she landed on her feet catching herself, she was in a crouching position. She stood up, the demon came up behind her, quite quickly. He put his arms around her arms so she couldn’t do anything with them.
Then she swung her legs up and slammed them into the demon’s shins. The demon lost her and she elbowed him in the head. He fell back from her. His shins had been severed from his body, ripped. Emma backed up from him.
That wasn’t the end of the demons.
Conner pushed himself up but was stabbed through with a stick, he groaned in pain. The demons stopped going at him, they just watch. A demon had a firm grip on the stick inside Conner. Conner felt the demon’s breathing.
He felt their feet. Conner broke the stick in him then rolled up pulling it out of him and his got to his feet. A demon came at him. Conner felt weakened, his sense of smell was confused. Made him confused, he could smell his blood and that’s all he could smell, everything was mixed up.
A demon went at Conner, Conner punched the demon in the face, “No more!” growled Conner, he punched the demon again, went to punched that demon for a final time but he missed. He was kicked in the chest.
Thrown back into a wall. He ducked a blow, felt where the blows were going to come from. He kneed the demon in the stomach and quickly grabbed it’s shoulders, very quickly, then grabbed it head and snapped it off vigorously. He’d grabbed the shoulders on accident.
A demon came at him behind and Conner backed kicked him spun around kicked him again. The demon the ducked a blow and Conner elbowed him in the face. Punched him once, The demon came forward on Conner. Conner punched him again.
The demon flew across the room. Conner felt a stick under his foot. Before the next demon went at him. Conner picked up the stick, blocked a blow from another stick then stabbed the demon behind him. Pulled the stick out and hit one in the head with it.
That beast flew down blood flying to the ground. Conner backed up into the wall behind him. A demon went to stab him. Conner grabbed the wall and flipped up against the wall leapt off the wall and spun around kicking the demon in the head. Spun around and kicked the demon dead.
Two spears came at him from the sides, suddenly Conner caught them broke them and then threw one part one way, and the other to the other. The demon’s were stabbed in the heads and killed. Conner was breathing heavy, his muscles were hurting he didn’t want to keep up the inhuman part of the job.
One went to punched him her ducked the blow, felt quickly for it’s arm and then grabbed it twist it around and pushed the demon into another. Suddenly Conner fell backwards on the ground. He was too weak. He thought he’d pass out from the pain, of his muscles.
The pain of his wounds, bruises, cuts, gashes. It all was putting down on him. There was a sudden bright light in there.
Emma was fine in the other room, took good care of the demons, she saw the light. She threw down the demon body she had just created, made just a shell. She went towards the force field, the force field was no more.
She ran in, “CONNER!!” She ran in and next to Conner, Conner laying on the floor, his eyes closed to her. Blood all over him. Emma put her hands on his chest and started trying to heal him, the wounds weren’t healing all the way. “CONNER!!”
Tears were going down her face. She started beating on his chest, because he wasn’t talking. “CONNER WAKE UP!!” she screamed.
Conner started trying to grab her hands, they were hitting him, harder and more then he wanted, “Hey, hey, ow, ow.”
Emma suddenly stopped, her eyes went back to normal. Conner slowly opened his eyes they were back to normal. Not such a bright blue to them at all, Emma just breathed. He started sitting up. Emma suddenly kissed him. Conner wasn’t feeling as weak enough to reply to that, except the kiss.
Emma pulled away slowly, breathing hard, she hugged him. Conner hugged her too, “I’ll be okay.”
She pulled away and held him by the shoulders, “Soul, soul?” she asked energetically.
“Yeah,” said Conner bluntly, smiling at her somewhat, shaking his head as she shook her head yes at him.
Emma hugged him again. “I was worried,” cried Emma, “I thought I was going to loose you.”
“I’m right here,” answered Conner pulling away this time, “I’d like to go home now.”
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THERE WERE CHILDREN ON THE GROUND. One was holding a doll, the doll had been blindfolded. 6 children. 6.
“Oh, shame that she can’t see anymore of the party,” said that familiar ‘Sack of Hammers.’ Druisilla was in a park, she shook her finger at the doll, kneeling down in one of her long dresses. She knelt down next to the doll, “The prince of parties was coming, he was going to give us all gifts, but you had to ruin it. You had to look.”
Dru stood up, “They always look, even if they don’t have any eyes to look, peeping out of the boxes.”
“Drusilla?” questioned Spike.
“Oh my,” said Drusilla looking down the doll, “Here’s one from our ‘Wacky Family’ now.” Drusilla looked up to Spike who stood across the way next to the swings of the park, she smiled and in her laughing tone said, “Hello Willie.”
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